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"I'll kill him, I really will."
"I know you would, but please don't. I think you'd regret it in the future."
"Probably." Vex shifts again, trying to get comfortable in the narrow bed, totally unsuitable for two people. She sighs in annoyance, at the day, at their new companion, at the bed, at life in general, before turning on her side. One leg over Percy's then her arm across his chest, and they mostly fit. "I just don't understand."
"I don't--I've not always understood him, and now I feel like the opportunity to is gone."
Vex huffs, finds a comfortable spot on Percy's shoulder and the pillow to rest her head. "Amazing pep talk you gave back there though."
"I think he took it the right way. We're all terrible people; nobody holds anything over anyone else here. He is not a worse person than you or me or Keyleth, and that makes him just as worthy of-" Percy stops in mid-sentence. His chest rises and falls once, then again. "I expressed it very poorly back there, didn't I?"
"An utter travesty, darling."
"Well shit. I just meant…." He sighs, shaking his head. "I'm broken, Vex. How can I deny him his fear and his anger?"
"I think that's what was so frustrating: none of us can, but he never wanted us to know until it was too late. He needed Kaylie; I would never apologize to him for that." Too much experience to watch a similar situation unfold in front of her and do nothing, no matter how hurtful the words thrown at her were. Vex leans up and kisses him on the cheek. "And as long as you're broken, I'll be here to fix you."
If they can ever truly talk to one another, reveal all their secrets, dreams and desires, all their fears, that's another thing entirely.